A/N: Sorry it's taken me forever…and if anyone is still reading, don't hate me! I plan on finishing up the stories that I have here and then just working on my original writing. So here's the next chap.

Chapter 7

Sara woke up alone; she opened her eyes slowly and took in her surroundings. She was on her couch, the sun was shining, and she could hear giggles from Grace who she assumed was with Nick. She got up slowly and passed the kitchen were she found Nick washing orange juice off his hands.

"Mommy! Look what Nicky did!" Grace giggled. Sara bent down and swooped her daughter up into a hug.

"What did he do baby?" She asked as she sat down on one the stools in her kitchen.

"He tried to pour me a cup of juice, but when he picked up the cup, it dropped and then he knocked the orange juice carton all over himself. It was really funny." She giggled.

"Yeah, it was so funny Sar…except now I'm sticky and I need a shower. I think I might have to go home."

"No!" Grace whined. "You can't leave" She looked as though she was going to cry.

"I'll come back for lunch, as long as it's OK with your mommy."

"Of course it is." Sara interrupted.

"Ok, then I'll see you gals later." He kissed the top of Grace's head, and then Sara's cheek. "Bye"

"Bye" Sara and Grace said in unison. Nick left and Sara just stared at Grace.

"Mommy why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just missed you so much baby." Sara said as tears started to spill from her eyes.

"Don't cry mommy, it's OK. We're together now." Sara laughed through her tears. Her baby was growing up so fast.

"Baby we need to talk about some things."

"OK, but am I in trouble?"

"No, why would you be? Anyway…let's sit in the living room." Sara still had Grace in her arms so she just stood up and carried her to the couch. "Baby, do you know why Daddy brought you here?"

"He said the he was sick. But I don't believe him. Cause whenever I got sick and didn't want to get out of bed. But every time he said he was sick he would go outside and then he would come back in the morning."

"He left you alone? At night? Did you lock the doors?"

"Sometimes I did, but sometimes I would fall asleep before he left. But don't worry I was OK."

"No it's not OK. What daddy did was wrong. Did daddy have a girlfriend, or did daddy have any friends over that might have fed you, or anything?"

"No, but daddy did have a girlfriend. I met her before. I think her name was Stacey. She wasn't very nice to me. She called me a spoiled bitch."

"Grace! Don't say that word, it's bad. And that woman shouldn't have said that….but I don't to ever hear you say that word again. OK?"

"OK, I'm sorry."

"It's OK. Did you go to school?"

"I went to kindergarten for a month, but then Daddy said that I couldn't go cause he needed my lunch money for more important things. Mommy why did you leave me with him? He didn't like me. He yelled at me a lot, and he almost hit me once, but I ran away. Mommy was I bad, why wouldn't daddy let me call you? Did Daddy hit you too?"

"Baby, I want you to listen to me very carefully. You were not the one to blame. Mommy and Daddy just didn't get along very well. Daddy used to get very angry with me for some things, that's why I had to leave. I had to leave, because Daddy made a judge in court believe that I couldn't take care of you."

"But why did you have to listen to the judge?"

"Because if I didn't then they would have put me in jail, and then I would have never been able to see you, ever! And I didn't want that to happen."

"Mommy I'm sorry daddy didn't like you."

"It's OK, now you are going to go to kindergarten here. And, we're going to move into a house, and you can have your own room and any toys you want. And Nick is going to live with us too. Is that OK?"

"Does Nick get his own room?"

"Yup."

"Does he get all the toys he wants?"

"Sure. Now when he comes back we're going to eat lunch and then look for a house, OK?"

"OK, and then we can move in tomorrow?" Grace asked excitedly.

"No, baby, it will probably be a few months."

"Oh…OK. Can we make lunch for us, and Nick?"

"Sure, what would you like to eat little miss?"

"Uhm… Macaroni and Cheese…and PB&J Sandwiches!"

"OK"

A/N: I know a lot of dialogue. Here's a few hints as to whats up next: House, Grace's father, and more bumps in the road to happiness.